Chapter 698

I put the rest of the table back in the big envelope and got up to deliver it to the witch.

"I don't want it. I'll give it back to you!" With that, she walked away alone.

Some naive stubborn, I think so.

Anyway, I put the contents of the envelope in her big satchel, maybe she knew, maybe she guessed.

She took me to the suburbs, the villa she said, and I went in

She took a bunch of photos from her bag and I took them to have a look. It's the pictures of the villa before it was smashed, including our wedding photos, our sweet wax figures, romantic heart-shaped decorations, and colorful lights with the words "grow old together"

My heart is bleeding

On the way home, I stopped my car in front of a supermarket. Although I didn't say a word to her or express any dissatisfaction and excitement about the music in the car, I think she should be able to understand what I mean.

I can only say that I was wrong. She didn't move in the car, that is, she didn't ask why she stopped or where she was going. She just sat there and didn't talk.

"Get out of the car!" I reopened the closed cab door and bent over to look at my wife in the co driver's seat.

"I won't go, go yourself!" Only her lips moved and her eyes didn't blink.

"There must be something to eat at home, right?"

After thinking about it, the witch seemed to think my words were reasonable, so she stepped out of the car.

One by one, one by one, I entered the supermarket.

She walked quickly in front, I pushed the car behind slowly.

I followed slowly, without saying a word. Even if I wanted to say it, she didn't pay much attention to me, and it was seven or eight steps away.

There are a few teams in front of the cash register. She ran outside through the no shopping channel early, leaving me in line.

When I swiped the card, I found that the credit card was out of money. I don't have any extra cash on me.

No way, I had to shout the name of the witch, and loudly tell all this.

I yelled so loudly that many people looked back at me. At this time, I noticed that maybe I had some gaffes. After all, a big man asked a woman for money. Seriously, this is not a glorious thing.

The witch heard me, but she just ignored me.

After several calls, I had to tell the little girl to wait a moment, and then walked quickly to the witch.

"You mean it, don't you?" I felt a little discontented and whispered in front of her. The witch looked up at me with slanting eyes. She seemed to be gloating, but she didn't speak. Her expression seemed to tell me: it was intentional. How about you?

"Take the money! A lot of people are waiting in the back I'm good at poking the witch.

"I don't have any money, I don't have any!" Don't turn your head, witch.

"Hurry up, don't make people laugh!"

She turned her head and looked at me angrily. I couldn't figure out what the expression was.

Urged several times, she did not move, also ignore me, let me in there with a complex mood and eyes looking at her.

After a long confrontation, she opened the zipper and took out the envelope from inside without looking. It was obvious that she knew the things were in her bag.

After paying the bill, I walked out of the supermarket with a lot of things. She had been waiting in front of the car for a long time.

Taking out the cigarette, I sat on the stone bench beside me and smoked slowly, which made her angry.

The witch just stood there staring at me.

"Go For a long time, I didn't mean to leave, so I just stepped over.

I didn't move or speak.

"What about you? Are you going or not?" My wife kicked me with her toe.

"What do you want to do?" Throw cigarette butts, I calmly looked up at him, do not want to fight. "You mean to make a fool of me, don't you? Is that interesting? Can't you see I'm looking at you? "

"I don't need it. Let's go!" She was impatient and didn't seem to want to argue with me about what happened just now.

"You..." The witch obviously wanted to irritate me, but up to now I haven't figured out what good it would be for her.

Anyway, I don't want to fight with her in the crowded supermarket.

With a sigh, I went to the car.

It's a bit cold. There are fewer pedestrians on the street. There are a few people looking after the shop in front of several barbecue stalls.

Cars into the community, the roadside has been full of cars, from these cars after become cautious. Driving to the parking lot

the posture of the witch upstairs is very elegant, which I noticed when we first met. Her steps are not slow, and the sound gap of high heels is also very uniform. So in the past, as long as the door is open, it is obvious that she can be recognized from other footsteps.

She opened the door, of course, with her own key, which was originally placed in the envelope, but she did not habitually put it on the shoe cabinet.The witch is busy sorting things. She's packing.

I probably know her purpose.

"Don't clean up. Can we talk for a while?" Go to her behind, looking at her busy back in front of the wardrobe.

She didn't answer and didn't mean to stop. She continued her busy work.

The clothes, big and small, were put in the wardrobe in order, but our clothes were mixed together. She put the coats and clothes shelves on the bed one by one, and pulled out the big suitcase from the balcony.

It's a regular scene on TV.

"I said," why don't you stop first? " So I sat on the bed, holding my hands on my chest, protesting against her indifference and obstinacy.

"I'm talking to you!" Again, I raised my voice.

She took it as if she didn't hear me and didn't even look at me.

I went to the window of the balcony.

This house is the one she has lived in for many years. It has large French windows and the scenery in front of it. Not far away is the park in the center of the city. Although it's not directly opposite, it's mostly green from here.

At night, a few people are enjoying the night under the high lamp posts on the square in the center of the park. This evening, few people come out to walk around the square.

On the balcony of Teng chair and tea table is also her choice, her most enjoyment is the summer night and I in the balcony tea play, chat coquetry.

I wanted to smoke, so I opened the window.

Cold air slowly penetrated into the room, there is no refreshing feeling, there is just a burst of cool than a burst.

She came up to light the light on the balcony, and rolled down the clothes rack from the wall. There were her underwear on it. All of them were packed into the suitcase by her.

I just sat on the cane chair, waiting for her to finish.

"Help me carry this down." She pointed to the box.

"Where are you going so late? Can't we talk about it tomorrow?" I stopped the witch.

"Get out of the way!" Her voice was soft, but firm.

I didn't move, just stopped in front of the sliding door on the balcony.

"Get out of the way!" She raised her voice and her eyes fell on my face without expression.

"I'll talk about it tomorrow." I was firm, too, and put my hand on the doorframe.

"Will you let me?"

"No! We'll talk about everything tomorrow! "

"Get out of the way!" She gave me a good kick.

"I won't let you

"Why are you so loud? I don't want to fight with you! Get out of the way

"I said, if you have anything to do tomorrow, you can't today.".! You said you were going to live here! "

"I have nothing to say to you. Get out of my way! I'll go shopping. "

"Forget it, I don't want to quarrel with you. Sit down and say it calmly. After that, you can do whatever you want!" I released my hand on the doorframe.

She ignored me and walked out.

The big suitcase she packed was the biggest one, not to mention a woman. Even I had a lot of trouble lifting it.

At the door, she was changing her shoes.

Then there was the sound of daddada coming downstairs.

Sitting on the bed, looking at the big suitcase, I had mixed feelings.

She doesn't intend to forgive me any more. If she does, she won't stick to it for so long, which she has never done before.

Of course, whether it is day or night, I can't let her go, but now I can't stop her. There is no familiar footstep in the stairwell.

Instead of helping her with the suitcase, I turned and went downstairs.

Downstairs, she stood in the shadow, waiting quietly.

"Don't you go. Can I go? You go upstairs I gently cover the security door downstairs, pause.

She looked at me and said nothing, still standing there.

"Go upstairs first, don't freeze. I'll buy some food and come back! " I opened the security door to let her go upstairs.

She thought about it, probably because I didn't take down the suitcase she had prepared. Anyway, she went up.

I bought some food and went home. She folded her legs and sat by. Her coat was still on, her shoes were not changed, and her suitcase was put aside.

Maybe she has tried, maybe she can't hold it, so she is waiting for me to come back and continue her stubbornness.

Close the door, put the hot food on the tea table, I sat opposite my wife.

"I'll get you a glass of water!" This reminds me of the scene of the dialogue between the Witch and me here, but the difference is that it was the water she poured for me.

The water in the water dispenser hasn't moved for a long time. She never suggested drinking that kind of water.

The water in the thermos was not hot for several days, so I had to open the kettle after refilling. There are no drinks in the refrigerator. I bought them in the supermarket just now, but I didn't buy any drinksFor me all this, the witch has never made any sound, just sitting quietly, eyes focused on the side of where.

"Let's talk!" I took out my cigarette and took a puff.

"I have nothing to talk about with you. I've said all that I have to say." A long time, she said calmly.

"Don't do that!" I flicked the ash. "No matter what happens, say it. It's no way to go on like this. What do you say? "

"What else can we talk about but divorce?"

"Is that interesting?" I sighed. "This is not the way to solve the problem, you say..."

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